Tuesday, January 17, 2012

on not wanting to get dressed.

Since the third of January, when the hoopla of the holidays officially ceased, I've been struggling with the simple act of getting dressed in the morning. I'd prefer to stay in my pajamas and mope (yes--mope) about the house most of the day. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately I should say, the six and three year olds don't really allow for this kind of self indulgence (or mild depression.) I think Sparky might take issue with it too, should he arrive home after a long kick-ass day at work to find me in my flannels eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia in bed while watching netflixed episodes of the Gilmore Girls. (Oh, that entire scenario sounds divine.)

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Last night, I rambled on (and on) to Ryan about it (poor guy)... and did a horrible job articulating these feelings of restlessness, blah,... all while looking at his "WTF??" facial expression (not in a mean way- just him trying to understand something that I'm not even able to fully express). And it has definitely not helped in the "productivity" department... nor the "getting dressed" one.

Nope. I totally know what you mean. I have absolutely NO drive to wear anything beyond the minimum of what is appropriate. I figure it's just the January doldrums and hopefully I'll snap out of it soon. Hopefully?

Definitely feeling that this week, moping around and watching how i met your mother and downton abbey. And I'm not ashamed to admit I finished a pint of ice cream just two minutes ago, haha can't wait til this weird spell passes!